This is a song about "Left"

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Im being pulled left and right

I know you just doing your job

That left ya without hope

That was good shit, is there any left

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

I'm still confused about why you left

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest